Dumbledore's death Japanese style

Dumbledore was sitting cross-legged, munching his way through some pot noodles when the note arrived. It came via a mechanised pink owl, which flew down through the window and perched on the table beside him. A jingle rang out from it to alert him to its presence.

"Hello, Kitty," he said.

The note was brief and formal. Dumbledore was to be dismissed from Hogwart's immediately without severance payment of any kind.

'I will run myself through with sword made from sharpened Bonsai twig," the great man solemnly announced.

Snape stepped forward and bowed deeply, "Do what you must do, Albus-san."

"Thank you, Severus-san. Will you decapitate me after I have ripped out my innards with this miraculous blade?"

"Of course."

"But Dumbledore-san," Minerva pleaded, "Why must you do such a thing? Think of your life."

"Death is as light as a feather but dishonour is as heavy as fat sumo," Dumbledore explained wisely but kindly.

McGonagall understood and shuffled backwards. Turning off the televison, Dumbledore picked up his sword. Snape hissed to himself.

Turning off the television with the left hand was inexcusable.

Dumbledore frowned slightly and muttered a few words and then fell upon the sharpened Bonsai twig. McGonagall gasped. Snape moved in and began to hack away at his head. He had forgotten to sharpen his sword.